the heart and the blood 《 》 capture

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Having calmed down slightly only to raise his brows in surprise again, Jor actually laughed out loud as she grumbled about how he should've been a female coming to confess. "Confess to what?" He responded with a purr, a smile coating his lips. She had balls, he had to admit, whether from her personality or just because she was drunk, but he didn't give a shit. Triggering him would just make things worse, and she continued to dig her own grave by calling him a, what, blasted bull? He leant down to face her, maintaining eye contact and smiling, his optics shining. "And don't you know it's not very ladylike to call your attacker those names? Especially not when they can kill you easily." He unsheathed his claws, previously he had only used his paw to bat her down and enjoy the weakness in her gaze. Now she pissed him off and his claws dug deep, into her skin, attempting to draw blood which would only spur him on to sheathe them and lap at the wounds, the roughness in his tongue like sandpaper against her delicate skin.

He was too taken in with tasting her blood that he didn't notice her muscles tensing and all of a sudden he felt a sharp cracking in his chest and barked a curse, she had struck out with her hind legs, claws digging into skin and dragging blood. The force was enough to knock him back, acid sloshing in his chest and in an eyeblink she was gone, darting through the bushes. He lost a few precious seconds clearing his head and resisting the urge to throw up but watched her run towards the swamp, fur catching and slowing her down. His one stride easily overtook four of hers and he simply hopped over the undergrowth, cracking small branches and easily following the scent of her blood. A smile graced his lips as he saw her halt in a small clearing to pause to taunt him before turning to jump into the swamp.

Crucial moments were lost as she turned slow, too slow, to call out those two taunts, dull optics flared to life and muscles pushed him forwards, reaching out with claws to snag her butterfly wings. Caught by the tip the woman would scream before the noise getting cut out by him pulling her back, the soft ripping sounds music to his ears as the wings halfway tore as his claws exited upon tossing her to the ground. Glowing eyes would once again focus on her as the shadow descended, his paw on her chest this time but before he could sink his claws in the animal she picked up a rock and slammed it agains his jaw. Thank fuck her strength was dying out or the smash would've broken his jaw but still it stunned him but he held steady, breath coming out in ragged pants, his muscles stinging.

The moonlight, bright, illuminated his handsome features only to break it by displaying the scars he had acquired a while ago. Sweat made his muscles show, the veins straining and his body glistening with the liquid. His breath came ragged, crimson dripping from his neck - the wound had reopened sometime prior and he hated it, hated Romulus. His face twisted in a snarl, maw wide open and blood-red tongue flickering out, dropping spittle and watching her get pushed further into the mud, her wings almost transparent lying atop it. "You little bitch." He managed, hawking spit and emptying it to the side. Yeah, she was small, but he had four entire paws with large claws to work with, so his other paw moved up and began tracing her facial outline with an outstretched talon, nicking bits of fur.

#psychosocial.